Bab 39: talk of her party

"Nice of the three of you to finally join us." Gabriel joked, he could smell the blood and sex on them. "I trust you had a, good morning."

Riley sitting at the table mostly healed. His lips were still swollen and his eye were still a little discolored where Ash had beaten his face in for his assault on Violet. Brothers were becoming increasingly more protective of her. It would become more difficult for Riley to get to her, which really pissed him off. He had just as much right to her as the rest of them. She was his too. She was the most perfect being Riley had ever seen. Sexy but innocent. She was pure perfection. And he had to own all of the perfect things. Riley was a collector of beautiful things. His room was adjourned with trinkets of all kinds. He also delighted in torture, something about the screams begging and pleading for relief and freedom. It turned him on, the way he had control over them. It was his kink. Pain and beauty.